“Damn you, Courtney. ” He heard the strangled, hungry sound of his own voice and would have winced at the depth of desire it revealed, if he had the strength to do anything other than hold back his release.
His hands went to her hair, his fingers clenching on the long silken strands as he felt her hold him snugly in the dark, heated cavern. And he watched.
Watched as his cock slid back, sliding along the moist curves of her lips as her tongue stroked him heatedly. Watched as he pressed back in, feeling her taste him, consume him as his strokes became deeper, stronger.
It was the most sensual, erotic thing he had ever seen.
Why? How could a woman that he would almost swear was a virgin, affect him to this depth?
“Suck it, baby,” he groaned roughly, his thighs tightening as his balls ached with the need for release. “Suck me deep, sweetheart. ”
He could only watch as she took him deeper, the head of his cock touching her throat, the ultra-sensitive flesh absorbing her ragged moans as he stretched her lips wide, reddened them, and gave her a carnal, sinful appearance.
And that tongue.
It was like a lashing flame, licking, flickering beneath the sensitive head, rubbing, stroking…
“Fuck yeah. Suck my dick, Courtney. ” His knees were weak, sensations flooding his body that he would have never expected.
The pleasure was so intense. Too intense. It was destructive.
“So pretty… That sweet mouth stretched so tight… Oh hell yes, lick my cock, darlin’, lick it like candy…”
She was killing him.
She drew back then, fighting his hold on her hair, her tongue curling over the flushed, bulging tip before it popped free of her mouth. He pushed back. She pulled away, straightening slowly as her tongue ran over her swollen lips.
“Goodnight, Ian,” she whispered then, the shocking words spearing straight to his gut as he watched her with brooding, simmering lust. The hunger rising inside him was nearly violent. Strong enough, intense enough, to terrify him.
And there she stood, confidence simmering in her eyes, anger li
ghting them.
“What more do you want?” He felt like howling in raging hunger.
A sad little smile tipped her lips, reddened from the light fucking he had given them.
“I want it all. ” Her answer shocked him. “Everything, Ian. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
Chapter Five
The bedroom door opened less than two minutes after Courtney closed it behind her, Ian stepping into the room and closing it with a barely leashed control that had shivers chasing up her spine.
“Are you wanting me to rape you, Courtney?” He leaned against the panel, crossing his arms over his torn shirt as he watched her with blazing eyes. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you better than to tease a man in such a fashion?”
She lifted her shoulder negligently as she pulled the snug top from her body and tossed it to the wide chest at the end of her bed.
Soft light spilled from the bedside lamps, emphasizing the heavy dark furniture and the brooding expression of the man watching her.
“I won’t lie to you. ” She released the button to her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she stepped from her shoes. “I didn’t come here to fuck you, Ian. I came here to belong to you. There’s a difference. I’m not one of your submissive little one-night stands. ”
His eyes flared, darkened to a midnight blue as his expression became savage, intense. There was hunger there, more hunger than Courtney had ever seen reflected in a man’s face. But there was also denial, wariness.
“Then you shouldn’t push your way into my bed,” he snapped. “There’s only one type of woman who joins me there, Courtney. It’s not tender little innocents with stars in their eyes. ”
She pushed back the flare of pain his statement brought.
She knew better of course. Oh, not that that wasn’t exactly the type of woman he used. But he wanted more. She had seen it in his eyes as his cock sank to her throat. She had watched the emotions raging there, and knew that he hid from himself as well as her.